Asking For Trouble (45 page)

"Come here, you have to many clothes on," he
told her then held out his hand, and she scooted over and he helped
her stand, then traced the top of her strapless dress with his
finger. Her nipples hardened and she held her breath, as he slipped
the tip of a finger under the top, then pulled it down. Cool air
brushed her breasts and her nipples peaked more under his heated
gaze.

"You have beautiful breasts, Jazzie..." he
told her then put his arm behind her to dip her over it, before his
mouth closed over her nipple. Jazzie mewled her pleasure and
gripped his shoulders for balance, because it felt like her legs
had turned to jelly. His warm mouth on her breast was sending
sizzling current through her, melting everything in its path, to
pool at the apex of her thighs.

"Oh, god, Beau..." she whimpered, and tried
to lean back up.

He pulled his mouth from her breast and then
scooped her up and knelt on the bed, then laid her down, and came
down beside her. "You are so damned, sweet..." he said in a low
rumble, then took her nipple in his mouth again, and covered her
other breast with his hand then rolled her nipple between his
fingers.

Jazzie arched toward him as darts of intense
pleasure shot through her body targeting her core. She throbbed
there in time with her heart, which was pounding frantically in her
chest. "I need you," she told him breathlessly.

Beau pulled his mouth from her breast and
his gaze moved up her chest to her eyes. "I need you too baby, so
damned much...every minute of every day...and not just in bed," he
said with sincerity.

Jazzie whimpered and put her hands on the
side of his face. "I love you, Beau..."

Beau sat up on his knees and to straddle her
legs. "Lift up," he instructed then pushed her dress over her hips,
up her abdomen, then over her head, but left it at her elbows
restraining her arms above her head.

"Keep your arms right there," he rumbled
sexily, his passion filled eyes glittering. The feeling of being at
the mercy of his desire was naughty and exhilarating to her. Jazzie
held her breath as he lowered his head and teased her lips with
gentle kisses and nips, before covering her mouth hungrily. Trying
to find some relief from the insane need coursing through her,
Jazzie moaned and squirmed against his rock hard erection, which
was pressing into her hip.

Like a hummingbird in her chest, Jazzie's
heart beat furiously and she was panting, when Beau slid down her
body kissing a fiery trail over her breasts, stopping to suckle
each one, before he licked his way down to her navel, where he
circled it, and dipped his tongue inside.

"You are so damned sweet, I just want to eat
you up," he growled, then put an open mouth kiss on each of her
hipbones. Shoving his thumbs beneath the thin elastic of her
panties, he pushed them down her legs then tossed them over the
side of the bed. His eyes held purpose and need when he laid back
down then kissed the top of her thigh, before spreading her legs
open to his scorching gaze.

Jazzie sucked in a sharp breath when he told
her in a rough whisper, "I'm going to lick every inch of your
beautiful body, and then I'm going to start over again," then he
scooted down on the bed and lifted her foot to place a kiss at the
arch. How that spot could be so erotic, Jazzie didn't know, but she
felt tingles from that kiss travel up her leg to her center and
whimpered.

True to his word, Beau began at her ankle
and licked his way up the inside of her calf to her inner thigh,
stopping in the middle to place a wet kiss behind her knee. "So.
Damn. Sweet," he told her, then laid her leg down gently and lifted
the other, to repeat the process. Beau stopped again at the top of
her inner thigh, then raised himself up to his knees and told her,
"Turn over," and grabbed her hips to help her.

Indecision flickered through her, but Jazzie
trusted him not to do anything she'd be uncomfortable with, so she
rolled over, keeping her hands inside of her dress shackles. Beau
lifted her up on her knees and kneaded her ass. "Beau, touch
me...please," she begged in desperation, her voice muffled by the
sheet, as need built inside of her, becoming almost unbearable.

She yelped when she felt his teeth nip her
butt cheek, but the pain turned into pleasure and she moaned. "I
have been wanting to bite that beautiful ass, since the first time
I met you," he admitted gruffly, and massaged her skin creating a
delicious friction with his lightly calloused palms. When he
inserted a finger inside of her, Jazzie's whole body quivered and
she wailed out her delight, then lifted her rear and sought deeper
contact.

Beau just teased her with short in and out
motions, then he inserted a second finger and she wanted to bite
down on the sheets, the feeling was so incredible. "Please,
Beau...make me come," she panted.

He slid his fingers out of her and coated
her with moisture, and she sucked in a shuddering breath, then he
finally touched her where she needed his touch most.

"Faster, I can't take it, I need to--aaagh,"
she said with a strangled moan as he increased the pressure, but
still kept her to a slow pace, keeping her orgasm building in
minute increments that were driving her insane. She rotated her
hips against him and he withdrew his hand and Jazzie wanted to
scream her frustration. She huffed out a long breath and
shuddered.

"I told you I want to taste you everywhere,"
he told her, then he laid on his back and she felt him slide
between her legs and spread them. He pulled her down closer to him,
and his raspy tongue hit on her most sensitive spot, and Jazzie
reached for the orgasm that was so close she could taste it
herself.

"Oh yes," she whimpered and tried to rotate
her hips, but his hands on her thighs held her still, as he
tortured her with his tongue in slow wet swirls. He slid down a
little then her whole body vibrated as he speared her with his
tongue, and an orgasm blindsided her, seized her, and her whole
body buzzed with it and felt like it was floating above the
bed.

"Good, god..." she whispered and her fists
clutched the sheets. He didn't stop, until the last tremor left her
body, then he kissed her inner thigh and slid out from under her.
She felt the bed dip and looked over her shoulder to see that he
was standing and shoving his jeans down his long legs. Next, he
removed his underwear and he was standing there in all his
glory.

Jazzie had never really gotten a really good
look at him stark naked, but now she did, and she sucked in a
breath at his size. He was rock hard and ready, and she was on her
knees with her hands restrained. A dart of fear shot through her,
but excitement too. They'd never made love this way, before, so she
was curious how it would be.

He reached down and pulled his wallet out of
his jeans, then extracted a condom and ripped open the foil with
his teeth. Quickly, he sheathed himself, holding her eyes with
promise, then he knelt on the bed behind her and kneaded her ass
again.

"You have the most incredible backside, I've
ever seen, it's just... perfect," he said reverently, then placed a
kiss on one cheek. He leaned over her and positioned himself at her
opening. She heard his raspy breathing, and he hesitated behind
her, and Jazzie wiggled her butt to encourage him to hurry up. He
was so close, just one stroke and he'd be inside her, taking away
the nagging ache that demanded satisfaction.

Beau pushed inside of her a few inches and
stopped, then massaged her butt again. She felt his tense thighs
pressing against the back of hers. He reached between them and
gathered moisture then slicked it over her anus and Jazzie's
breathing stopped as the unfamiliar sensation rocked through her.
He didn't penetrate her, but he teased and circled. "One day baby,
when you're ready, we'll get adventurous," he told her in a hoarse
voice. He pushed a little farther inside of her and inserted just
the tip of his finger in her rosebud and Jazzie mewled. The mixture
of the sensations was mind blowing, and she couldn't sort them out
to figure out if she liked it, or not. All she knew was the
sensation was odd, but exciting, and it increased the tension
inside of her.

Her inner muscles contracted around Beau's
hardness and she trembled. "Just relax, baby..." he told her then
suddenly, he shoved his cock all the way inside of her and she
wailed in relief and pushed back against him, which also pushed his
finger farther inside of her. A long low moan fell from her lips,
and shockwaves ricocheted through her system. She definitely liked
the invasion, she decided, but held still as tremors racked her,
and the throbbing at the apex of her thighs increased again.

"Mmm..." she murmured when he took a few
short strokes with both his penis and his finger.

"You like that, baby?" he asked gruffly with
an edge of excitement to his tone, as he stroked again.

"Yessss..." she yelled when he increased the
rhythm, and she was catapulted over the edge of the mountain of
desire she'd been scaling all night, and fell into bright lights
and molten lava that seared her. Beau stayed with her, until she
eased back to reality, breathing hard and weak.

Leaning over her, he circled her waist with
his forearm and lifted her up, then shoved into her fully. He was
so deep and so hard, this position made Jazzie felt impaled, and
breathless. Beau let her adjust to the fullness, then he eased back
out of her and increased his strength and rhythm with each stroke,
until his muscles tensed, and he roared his release, his body
shuddering. Collapsing onto his back, Beau pulled her with him, so
she was in his arms.

He cuddled his face into the top of her
hair, then dropped a kiss there. "I love you, Jazz," he said in a
low voice filled with sincerity, and hugged her to him tightly.

Jazzie was so wrung out and weak, she just
snuggled her face into his shoulder and put a kiss there, then she
promptly fell asleep. She didn't know if it was a few minutes, or
an hour later, a piercing alarm woke her and she sat straight up in
the bed with her heart pounding. Beau stirred then sat up too.

"What the hell is that?" he asked
groggily.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

"My burglar alarm...the house has a high
tech system that came with it," she glanced over and told him.

His face was a mask of concern, as he slid
to the side of the bed and stood. "You had it set?"

"Yeah, when I came back in from the porch, I
armed it...habit, I guess," she said.

"A good one to have, but I wonder what
tripped it..." he said edgily, then grabbed his jeans off the floor
and quickly pulled them on. He tossed her his shirt and said, "Put
that on, and don't leave this room...lock the door behind me."

"I have a safe room too," she said quickly
pulling the t-shirt over her head. "There's a satellite phone in
there, and a land line. I need to call the Sheriff's department. I
left it unlocked, so I didn't have to find the key."

They heard a loud crash downstairs, and Beau
looked at her with fear in his eyes. "I don't know if you'll be
able to get there, sugar. I need to get out of the house, and get
my gun from my truck...I didn't bring it in with me," he said in
frustration, then went to the door and put his ear to it,
listening. He flipped the lock on the knob, then turned back toward
her. "I'm going out the window and jump down from the roof, so
whoever's down there doesn't know I'm here. You go hide in that big
ass closet of yours, in the back, shut off the lights and cover
yourself with something. Do not leave this room, no matter what,"
he said sternly.

Walking across the room, Beau shoved open
the curtains, then lifted the window and pushed out the screen. He
sat on the sill, then swung his legs over and kneeled on the roof,
looking back in at Jazzie who was frozen to the spot where she sat
on the bed. "Go, now!" he hissed and she shuffled off the bed. He
watched until he was sure she was doing what he told her to, then
he scrambled down the roof to the ledge and looked for the easiest
way down. There was a big tree on the north end of the house, and
he crawled that way.

Beau was so damned glad the kids weren't
here tonight. That would have made this situation ten times worse.
He was worried sick about Jazzie, and he couldn't imagine having to
worry about protecting them too right now. And he felt damned naked
without his weapon. It was stupid of him to leave it in the truck,
and he mentally beat himself about the head and shoulders for doing
it.

For a smart, capable guy, he was doing a lot
of stupid things lately, and he made a silent vow that was going to
change...as soon as he got them out of this mess, and neutralized
whoever had broken into her house. His first order of business
would be to let Jazzie know she damned well did not need to be
living alone out here with those kids.

Standing on the steep roof, Beau reached out
for a low-hanging branch that was close to the roof, then stepped
as close to the edge as he could, held onto it and jumped, hoping
it would hold his weight and not break. If his neck was broken, he
couldn't very well save Jazzie. The thought caused a knot of fear
to lodge in his throat, and he hung on with all that he had as the
limb creaked, bowed and then flexed and sent him bouncing a few
times, before it settled, so he could drop to his feet on the
grass.